Promisingly, their fourth album boosts aggression, their finest quality, while it tempers the menace of what remain nearly unparalleled presentations of a bold update of venerable '60s sounds on their first albums.

For all the doom and gloom and visions of burning worlds and people done wrong and other snatches of terror, the Black Angels revel in their own interplay and are in love with how corrosive noise can be controlled (if never crisply shaped) to maximize dramatic effect